The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth. ”

"If you come, you will be safe. ”

"Since I have chosen a distant place, I will not care about the wind and rain. ”

......

Xiao Cong didn't know what kind of words to use to describe their current situation, maybe it would be more appropriate to put these words together.

The general strategy of the rebellion has been decided, but the details need to be further supplemented and deepened, using the mysterious power of the ancient scriptures to invade the monks in the hunting city, this is not an easy task, even he himself doubts, this is another bad idea.

There was no other way but to do it, but then again, it did find something to do for Xiao Cong's boring and uneventful life in the hunting city, at least diverting his attention and immersing him in what he was doing.

According to the plan discussed by the three of them before, they should invade the consciousness of the Monk of the Hunting City in advance, and then use some means, the so-called introduction, to trigger these buried influences, so that they can convert to the faith created by the Mysterious Ancient Scripture as quickly as possible.

This thing is easy to say, but it is really difficult to do it than to ascend to the sky! The introduction is easy to say, just let Hongxiang read the scriptures aloud, but now he can't even figure out what faith is in the final analysis, how can he use the power of the mysterious ancient scriptures to deceive people's minds, even if he knows the essence of faith, how can he convey the power of the mysterious ancient scriptures to the consciousness of the monks? Taking a step back, even if he could convey the power of the Mystic Ancient Scripture to the consciousness of the monks, then most of them were Heavenly Realm masters, and if he wanted to invade them on a large scale, how much power would be enough?

And this matter must be done meticulously, and must not be exposed, the hunting city is rooted in faith, you rob believers with others, and people must not fight with you?

For the whole afternoon, Xiao Cong was thinking about these questions, and his mind was at a loss...... Alas, the brain hurts.

So he overturned all the previous assumptions and started to study from himself, the foothold of this plan is still the mysterious ancient scriptures after all, and he and Hongxiang are the people who have really been baptized by the mysterious ancient scriptures, if you want to understand the role of the mysterious ancient scriptures on the consciousness of the monks, you have to start studying from himself.

After dinner in the evening, Xiao Cong began to meditate cross-legged in front of the stone statue, the adventure at the bottom of the Fengmian Valley gave him a special ability, before that, he looked inside his body, he could only observe his own physical state, since then, he looked inside his body, and slowly began to be able to observe his soul state, which was all thanks to Shura Xiao Cong, he has been guarding against that guy, so from time to time he will probe his divine sense inside, looking for the traces of Shura Xiao Cong, although he has not been able to find this guy once, but over time, this strange ability has become so unconsciously powerful, from the self Xiao Cong to the two phaseless Xiao Cong, and then spread to the other various Xiao Cong who exist in the soul, maybe this can also be called a kind of cultivation, but unfortunately there is no clear system.

He guessed that he had studied the "Heavenly Dao Treasure Book", so there was a Heavenly Dao Xiao Cong in his soul, and because he had practiced the "Shura Thirteen Styles", there was a Shura Xiao Cong in his soul, because he was ...... When he finished the United States in the near sun desert, he accidentally got the inheritance of the ancient scriptures, so that he could also give birth to an "ancient scripture Xiao Cong" in his soul - he didn't know the name of the mysterious scriptures, so let's call it that first, it was completely possible, so he had to try to find it, if there really was such an existence, then this matter might be much smoother, at least it would be a good start, a good start is equal to half the success.

But after searching for a long time in his consciousness using the method he had explored before, he didn't find where the so-called "ancient scripture Xiao Cong" was, Xiao Cong couldn't help but be a little discouraged, but he firmly believed that there must be such an existence in his soul, because this matter has been verified in other aspects, even Shura Xiao Cong can't escape the law, he doesn't believe that the mysterious ancient scripture can be put out of the way, unless the mysterious ancient scripture is more powerful than the "Shura Thirteen Styles", but "The Thirteen Styles of Shura" is a terrifying existence that even his master Tiandao Weng is afraid of!

This matter is very energy-consuming, Xiao Cong has been looking for nearly two hours, and he is very tired, so he wants to take a break for a while, he slowly leads his divine sense outward - this matter is not in a hurry, it is easy to cause damage to the soul if it is withdrawn too quickly, and the moment the senses have just recovered, he suddenly has a strange feeling, he seems to have discovered the so-called "ancient scripture Xiao Cong".

He continued to withdraw his divine consciousness outward, without the slightest pause, and did not dare to return to his soul, leaving the green mountains behind, not afraid of running out of firewood, if something happened at this juncture, then there was no need for him to think about other things.

The senses were completely restored, and that strange feeling had long since disappeared without a trace, just now, in a trance, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he heard Hongxiang reciting the ancient scriptures softly, and he had a whim, and felt that there was a reason to investigate this matter further, but now he still had to rest and rest.

Hongxiang recited the ancient scriptures, Yin Nuo shook his head vigorously,

"I still haven't found anything special, Brother Hongxiang, why don't you read it again?"

Hongxiang exhaled a heavy breath and said impatiently:

"Can you do it! three times!"

Yin Nuo's face was gloomy, and he stubbornly discussed:

"How can this matter be so simple, let's try again, maybe it can be done?"

Hongxiang shook his head vigorously, pouted and frowned, looking a little crazy.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Cong asked with a smile.

"I think ......"

Yin Nuo just wanted to speak, but was answered by Hongxiang first,

He wanted to use himself as an experiment to see if he could find a way to use the ancient scriptures to invade the monk's consciousness, but unfortunately, it obviously failed. ”

Yin Nuo kept nodding when Hongxiang said the first half of the sentence, and after listening to the second half of the sentence, his face changed.

"What does it mean to obviously fail, but it hasn't succeeded yet, besides, who said it, failure is the mother of success, no failure, where is success! The edge of the sword is sharpened, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and good things are grinded since ancient times......."

"Okay, okay, pull it down, you haven't learned much, but your mouth is quite poor!"

"I didn't learn it from you. Xiao Cong was smiling and adding fuel and vinegar.

"That is, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black. Yin Nuo followed and coaxed.

Hongxiang gave the two of them a big roll of his eyes, and said coldly:

"Hear it, close to Zhu is red, close to ink is black, brother, according to his meaning, we are a raccoon dog. ”

Hearing this, Yin Nuo was dumbfounded, Xiao Cong laughed, and talked about it, Yin Nuo really didn't seem to win.

"What is my brother thinking?" Hongxiang's face became somewhat normal and asked.

Xiao Cong shook his head and sighed faintly,

"I haven't figured out anything good yet. ”

"Why don't you change your mind first, think of something else, maybe when you have a flash of inspiration!" Hongxiang quipped.

Xiao Cong smiled slightly bitterly, and Hongxiang proposed:

"It's been a long time since I've had tea, why don't we boil water and make a pot of tea?"

"That's a good idea!" Yin Nuo looked very lively.

Hongxiang squinted at Yin Nuo,

"Well, then you can boil water. ”

"Okay, I'll go!"

Yin Nuo got up from the ground and threw his fart outside, and Hongxiang reminded him in the back,

"Don't go out, just use the water from the well in the backyard, if you are caught again, we are afraid that there will be no place to fish you!"

Yin Nuo responded loudly,

"Shut your crow's mouth!"

Now there are only two people left in the hall, Hongxiang and Xiao Cong, Xiao Cong took out the tea set, table and other things, and Hongxiang wiped them one by one and placed them away.

After a while, Yin Nuo's water came, poured into the teapot, and slowly, the fragrance of tea began to spread in the hall, the four of them sat cross-legged around the table, at first Yin Nuo sat casually, and was reprimanded by Hongxiang for a few words, saying that the most important thing in tea tasting is an artistic conception, Yin Nuo's mouse feces destroyed the original artistic conception.

The three of them did not continue to dwell on the question of how to use the mysterious ancient scriptures to invade the monks of the Hunting City, but said some inconsequential interesting things, and before talking about these things, Hongxiang also proposed to arrange a hidden shadow and rest array in the main hall in case "the wall has ears".

Hongxiang has nothing to say, before he met Xiao Cong, he was a little beggar, what is there to talk about the life of a beggar, it is nothing more than some sad things related to begging and being bullied, Xiao Cong still clearly remembers Hongxiang's grievances when he saw Hongxiang for the second time, his dirty little face, his tattered clothes, and his body was still injured, "Where's the money?" "was robbed...... "That little pitiful, no matter how you look at it, it's sorry for the current Hongxiang, maybe Hongxiang doesn't want to think about the sad things that become commonplace in life and death.

Yin Nuo is a person with a lot of stories, but most of his stories take place in the North Street of Forgotten Valley, more than two hundred years of fighting, killing and killing, at first glance, it still has some taste, and it feels boring when you listen to it too much, but for the things before entering Forgotten Valley, he didn't say a word, Hongxiang asked him if he was brought into Forgotten Valley as soon as he was born, Yin Nuo's face was gloomy, and he reluctantly replied "Yes." ”

For Xiao Cong, the two are extremely interested, especially Yin Nuo, who has been fascinated by him for a long time, the Valley of Forgotten Life is also a secluded place in some sense, although the news is circulating, but after all, it is not as real as the outside, to be precise, the first time Yin Nuo heard Xiao Cong's name was when Xiao Cong first returned to the Xiao family five years ago, the Xiao family, who had been named the demon subduer but could not cultivate, used the formation to Xuan Zhen, and the Xiao family, which ranked fifth among the ten ancient families, finally came out of this generation A person who can cultivate, and he is also a teacher of Tiandao WengAt that time, Xiao Cong attracted the hot eyes of the entire Xuanzhen Realm, and even he had heard a lot about it in the Valley of Forgotten Life, and people talked about it a lot, and he couldn't listen to it if he wanted to, but he only regarded this junior who was born in a top family as a vase.

The second time I heard Xiao Cong's name was the time when the Xiao family and his son buried nearly 100,000 monks in the four mansions in the battle of the Holy City, Xiao Cong became famous in a battle, and he was powerful, but the more evil the rumors said, the more disdainful he became, and now that he thinks about it, he finds that it was just his own bad nature at that time - he was envious and even more jealous.

After the collapse of the Xiao family, there was more and more news about Xiao Cong, and he couldn't tell which ones were true and which ones were false, but he stubbornly believed that the fourth young master of the Xiao family, who was rumored to be in the limelight in the outside world, would definitely die young, even if he was the first Xiao family member to be able to cultivate in tens of millions of years, he would not be able to escape the sad fate, because as the old saying goes, it is easy to die - but the old saying also says that Ji people have their own celestial phenomena.

What he never imagined was that one day he would be able to intersect with this legendary person, and it would be such an intersection.

He wondered, how did this young man who was not yet twenty years old survive those life and death crises, his composure and pampering, and those means, were all obtained in this way?

Xiao Cong talked eloquently, starting from participating in the group of heroes, not so much that he was telling these things to Yin Nuo and Hongxiang, but that he was muttering when he was thinking about the past, he felt that he now had a strong desire to say these things, Xingliuyun, Leng Xiaofeng, Ouyang Xun, Yuwen Fengdu, these old faces haven't seen each other for a while, and they really want to.

It's late at night, it's time to "withdraw from the table", Yin Nuo washed the tea set, was put away by Xiao Cong, and the three of them got into the tent, Hongxiang was still the same as before, and soon after falling asleep, the snoring sounded, and Yin Nuo slept very peacefully tonight.

Xiao Cong didn't sleep because he still had something to do.

Divine consciousness pierced the soul again - maybe it is inaccurate to call this thing divine consciousness, but now no one knows what this thing is, let's just call it divine consciousness first, anyway, it is similar in nature, and at the same time reminiscing about the mysterious ancient scriptures, searching carefully, he can't recite scriptures, in this state, he can't listen to Hongxiang chanting scriptures, he can only search in his soul while reminiscing about that wonderful feeling, but the effect of this seems to be not ideal.

"Could it be that this path is wrong?" he couldn't help but wonder to himself, but logically speaking, this idea should be good, just like he thought before, the operation of the "Heavenly Dao Treasure Book" as the origin technique has never stopped for a moment, so the Heavenly Dao Xiao Cong is always there, because the "Shura Thirteen Styles" has been suppressed by him with the "Ice Heart Formula", so except for Shura Xiao Cong who came out to do things by himself, he has never been able to find it - at this time, he really wants to run the "Shura Thirteen Styles" to verify this idea, but he didn't dare, jokes about the common people in the world couldn't be made!

Therefore, it stands to reason that when he touches something related to the mysterious ancient scriptures, the ancient scriptures Xiao Cong should appear in his soul, unless the way to seduce the appearance of the ancient scriptures with his feelings is illegal, or the feelings he thinks are related to the ancient scriptures are actually not the real feelings at that time, and he was deceived by himself!

But no matter which of the above situations, there is no solution to this matter, and it is too to correct your feelings by yourself.

He remembered the mysterious symbols he had realized on the ancient scroll before, and recalled them in his mind over and over again, studying word by word, but it was still useless.

Now he suddenly felt that his donkey skills were exhausted, and in him, there were only these two things that could be connected with the ancient scriptures, but neither of these could be done, what else did he want!

Distraught, a flash of inspiration,

"No, there's another thing that might be connected to the Mystic Scriptures!"